I. DREAMING BLOOD

She puts her hands
against him,

Feels his ribs while
stealing heat.

Warm,
already dreaming blood,
he starts,

grabs her wrist
to make sinews snap,

hisses:

I’m thirsty —

now
you’ll
steal for me

[For Joanne Botterill]

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